Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jeru the Damaja to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
The Monks,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
The Moleskins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Selecter,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.